This misserinterese blog serves me in many ways. It began as a way for me to write more – whatever that meant. I was being called to write. As if out of nowhere, I was bitten by the writing bug and I needed to have more of it. It consumed me. And like any great love, when you find it you want to share it and shout your love from the rooftop! This particular love is a little more personal and left me open to criticism, but sharing it was worth it. I had to. Whether people would say I had poor writing skills or that my ideas were ridiculous, I had to share them. It could no longer be contained. It was time.
I had tried keeping a journal before, but I was not very consistent with it and I tended to ramble on without much direction. Essentially, it was word vomit on a page and usually when I read it again later, I would be embarrassed by my crude writing and dramatic stories. This blog allows me to explore my emotions and aspects of life in a more structured format. I take a bit more care in crafting my thoughts, my sentences and my stories knowing they will be read by others. Rather than word vomit on the page of a journal, it becomes an article, a poem, a short essay explaining in detail each thought, idea and situation. Each post comes from the heart and with great reflection and care poured into each word. Since the blog is shared publicly and available for me to reread many times over, it is important for me that it represents me accurately – and it does.
The benefits have been huge for me. I have more self confidence and feel much more self aware. When you are going to share your ideas with an audience, it really makes you dig deep to find your voice. It is not a time to be timid or shy; it is a time to be authentic and vulnerable. My greatest posts and those that are most well-received are those that explore not only my strengths, but my weaknesses as well. People want to know how to learn. How to better themselves. How to take the mess of their thoughts, pick them up, dust them off and organize them into something beautiful. We all struggle at times in our life. Hell, most of us struggle with something on a daily basis. The pressure to be perfect can make anyone feel as if they are losing their grip. Reading other people’s stories and sharing my own, helps remind me that we are all in this together. That we are here to learn from one another. That my stories of overcoming hurt and heartbreak and learning to be mindful might be beneficial, not only to me, but to you as well.
Lastly, writing breathes life and meaning into the thoughts that dance their way through my head. When I put pen to paper, or fingers on keyboard, I am able to take those thoughts and string them together into something that makes sense. Something that reveals a little more about who I am and what I am learning. Somewhere between the key strokes and punctuation marks, my voice finds its home. My thoughts lay to rest and I am able to breathe easy knowing that I have explained myself fully. And whether anyone else learns more about me, more about themselves or more about life in general, I have learned more about myself, and that is worth everything to me. The act of knowing thyself is ongoing; it’s a process we will continue until our last breath. And every time I uncover another layer of myself and the depth to which I am capable of, it’s like unwrapping a gift. It’s just beautiful.
P.S. Do you journal/blog and how has it helped you?